Letter to my Captain Oates

Oh dear,

what was the point? You were gone sometime. You didn't come back to me. 

You left me, saddened. Pity.

It's frosty, here, today without you, foolish handsome you.  For a flag, for the king? Sitting in comfort while you suffered that blasted wind.

What was the point?

He lived, you died. And for what i ask you? You were beaten to Antarctica by the Norse anyways!  

Competition kills good men, and me too.

Forever,

your beloved wife xx